Cycling down tall & dark
tree-lined corridors
past the percussive blaze
of the drummer and his kit
commanding the helm of
a silent and shadowy meadow
deeper into the long night.
Wind-teared straightaways
burning fast ahead,
and descending
gradually cooler
to the misty-aired ocean.
Dark on dark
the undulating sand,
given light by glowing figures
orbiting sun-like centers,
a fleeting counterpoint
to the sparkling skeleton of
the white bone snake
slowly wheeling
overhead
and the heart-like
pounding
of the water’s edge.